Last time I wrote a What We Learned, two weeks ago after the loss to the Sixers, I used the term “anti-climax” to describe how it feels watching a suddenly Covid-depleted Spurs squad. Another anti-climax was waiting for me against Brooklyn.
It was 2:30 am in Germany when the game started, and I didn’t care to watch it live. So, an emotionally exciting basketball breakfast was waiting for me when I got up at 8.30 this morning. Until it wasn’t…
It happened once before this season, and today it happened again. Though out of bed, I wasn’t awake enough to not take my smartphone in my hands and to not open my Facebook newsfeed.